Can I borrow your OCD?


I’m about to describe something that might be considered offensive.  Not like blood and guts offensive, and maybe “insensitive” offensive.
I need someone who truly has that “Obsessive Compulsive Disorder” - aka OCD.  I need someone who’s gone to the doctor and the doctor says to them - “why, it’s just OCD...here’s a prescription”.  I need someone who has been told by their doctor to avoid stressful situations that would trigger an OCD episode.
Why?  Because my house is an unmitigatable unorganized disaster.  (Just a side note - the dictionary says that “unmitigatable” isn’t a word.  Welcome to my world.)
The situation just happened. Our last move was a pretty fast move.  For all intents and purposes we packed and unpacked in about three days. Iolani’s room has four small buckets of separated puzzles, train tracks, legos, and other bits and pieces of sets of things.  Her closet has a little bit of her clothes, but it also unfortunately serves as the catch-all.  Our bedroom is a hot mess.  
But the worst of it is the kitchen.  I had some vague idea of what I wanted the kitchen to look like, and then came the reality of Monday morning.  Iolani’s foods are down low.  Alex’s foods are up high.  Everything is everywhere else.  I open a drawer and there’s parts of a sippy cup that we haven’t used in a year and I don’t even have all the pieces for it.  Storage containers are housed in almost every part of the kitchen...and yet I struggle to find a matching set.
I know where the coffee’s at.  There’s like an unspoken cosmic law that I always know where the coffee’s at.  The coffeemaker on the other hand...sigh.  Who cares - you all know I’ll chew the grounds.
I would love to have my kitchen organized.  However, I lack the luxury of uninterrupted time to organize the damn thing.  I am willing to give up my coffee budget for a month ($75 believe it or not) if there’s an OCD person who would like to benefit from their affliction.  $75 bucks is all yours if you can organize my kitchen.  I feel that if you truly have OCD you will be able to effectively, efficiently, and accurately organize my kitchen. 
Some ground rules:
You’ll need three people who can vouch for your level of “OCD”ism. Even better if I know you or one of your references already.  (And meeting at a transit meeting doesn’t count)(Sorry!)
You are only organizing the kitchen.  Anything outside of the kitchen is totally off limits  
You’ll have three hours to accomplish this feat. (not including the necessary 2 or 3 minute breaks)
If you finish before the end of 3 hours  and we agree that the kitchen has been satisfactory organized - it’s still $75 in your pocket.
You’ll have a box to place items that are for redistribution - you’ll leave that behind.  So like storage containers that lack a lid, the hand mixer I don’t use, sippy cups missing pieces...can all move on to their next life.
I am not going to stand over your shoulder and provide any direction.  I likely will be on the phone, working on email, or just popping in and out of the apartment. But, if we agree that you can do this - I will have placed my faith in you that you know what a good kitchen is supposed to look like.
Finally - no cleaning. My kitchen is clean, not like “clean but dirty”, but like clean and unorganized.  We have a preschooler who brings home every cold, flu, bug, and whatever - so we wipe things down on a regular basis.  The dishwasher is run all the time.  The garbage and recycling don’t sit in the house.  Our composter is well fed and smells like that pretty lady in front of you at the coffeeshop.  So - keep your OCD hands off the sponge and spray bottle and get to organizing those spices.
If this sounds like something you’d want to do, or your OCD roommate is driving you bonkers...you know how to find me.  Again - I only want to take advantage of someone’s “misfortune” of OCD.  But how can getting $75 be considered a misfortune?

Where'd they go?

@Pantlessalley sent me a tweet tonight, asking why I though DTLA bloggers left town.  They were responding to a previous post of mine.

Why do people leave DT? There's a whole host of reasons.  It almost seems like most Angelenos are transients...we move from apartment to apartment based on our lease agreements.  You could say it is the nature of living in Los Angeles that you'll need or want to move soon.

When people move out of Downtown, we get weird.  When we moved from the Financial District to El Pueblo - I admit it...I relied on Hal to tell me that I wasn't being moved out of Downtown.  I needed to know I was still in the Neighborhood.  Whew.

So, without any real emotion - here is the list of reasons people have given me as to why they moved out of Downtown:

  • They bought a house, with a yard
  • Their job made them move
  • They "went back home"
  • Their rent was increased
  • They broke up with their partner and needed to find something on their own
  • Accosted on the street
  • Grew tired of panhandlers
  • They got a kid
  • They want a kid
  • Tired of their noisy neighbor
I've never had anyone tell me they've moved out of the neighborhood because a particular store is missing. I'll probably be here forever.  I grew up with a big yard, it required a lot of maintenance.  Outside of Southern California- professionally - I'm highly useless.  If we "went back home" we'd go to Alex's parents in Santa Monica.  Rent...is what it is.... The kid came to us and clearly...she wouldn't know what to do with a backyard.  She'd likely breakdown the fence and start inviting random people over for dinner.